I Love You Alot, Laurens (Completed) ✔

Why do You Do This?

Alex POV:
I woke up beside John, right where I want to be. I kiss his cheek,before trying to get up to get some coffee. He can't hold me back, when he's asleep. Can he?

Once again, I was wrong. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and just like that I was pulled back onto the bed.

I groan, while he laughs. He kisses me, and I blush. I try to escape, but I underestimated his strength. Damn. He is strong.

I finally give in. He kisses me on my lips once more, while his arms are gently wrapped around me. I start to count his freckles, even if it comes to no avail.

"What are you doing?" He asks me. I giggle.

"Counting your beautiful freckles," I mutter. He smirks. So far I have thirty-seven. Make that thirty-eight.

I give up. He is just covered in them. I feel my bandage on my brow, and try to take it off, when John grabs my wrist and gives me a stern look. I look at his wrist.

"Oh my god," I mutter as I reach for the scars. He quickly pulls away. Nervously.

"What is this?!" I demand, holding his wrist up to him. He tries to cover it, but he fails as I once again grab it.

"Nothing," he muttered. I could see a tear trying to escape his eyes, when I quickly wipe it away.

"John, baby, why did you do this?" I ask him in a soft voice. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Shhh, its OK," I croon to him, wiping his tears.

"I used to do self harm," he muttered. My eyes  widened and suddenly filed with tears.

"Why," I ask him, hoping not to pressure him.

"Because of my dad," he answers looking down, ashamed.

Oh no. His dad, if I ever see him, I mean ever, I will kill him.

"How long ago," I ask. He bites his lip, and closes his eyes tight.

"A week," he mutters. I instantly hug him, not caring if it was uncalled for. I love him, and if I would've known this earlier, I would've done the same.

He cries in my shoulder. I rock him back and forth trying to comfort.

"There is nothing feel bad about, baby," I say with a comforting voice.

" I'm so glad I have you," he says. My eyes widen at his words, and a tear rolls down my eyes. I bring him into a tight, but soft hug.

"What do you wanna do today?" I ask him, hopefully taking his mind off the subject.

"Umm...we could go to the coffee shop?" He says looking up at me. I nod.

"Then let's get dressed!" I exclaim.

He gets up and throws a shirt and different pair of jeans on. I simply throw my hoodie on, and some joggers. My hair is already in a ponytail, so I don't worry about it.

John rushes to put his hair up, and his shoes.

I just slip on some converses. He grabs the keys, and I head out the door. My ribs are doing better, since John made me lay down for once. He follows me out the door and locks it.

Just when I thought everything was okay, we stumble across evil once more.

"Where do ya your going, short stuff?" The man says.

"James, we don't have time for your...what's the word... Stupidity," John shoots back with a mast glare. The man whose name was James, tried to punch John, until I came in.